Let one year lead to another, let the night grow old
Let the thought of yesterdays run naked like the moon.
Let go of the half-penny and years of sun and rain
The day is gone, the time has come; the future will remain.
What you see is what you get and all else is in vain:
The masque parade, the make-believe, the stories they would spin.
So come on now, face the day, it’s yours if you are free
Of habits past, desires gone. Just learn to let it be.
Come with me and don’t relate their nonsense to the truth.
What is real and what tasted sweet, I did know all this while.
Did I hear you calling then? Did I stare at the phone?
Did winter die of lack of sleep, forgetting what we’d done?
Please don’t ask. I don’t know. I know I’m alive.
I’ve crossed the gate; I’ve scaled the walls when all were meant to die.
The truth is won; my life is mine, now that I am free
Of gigabytes and cotton shirts. Just let go, let me be.
P.S: Hadrian's Wall: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hadrian
4 comments:
Thik janina ki likhbo but it feels good to see u writing!!!
Did winter die of lack of sleep, forgetting what we’d done?....somwhow this line feels true now...Winter HAS died on us, on our idiosyncrasies..forgetfulness..on just what we have becme.Some left overs....some new tastes...like a bag of mist.
in no way a bad writing dear!!!!
i read it....i shld have read it earlier bcos u have started writing again....finally....and it kind of reflects the state of numbness i too have entered.i thought i was the only one.
hmm
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